Poems
Outchea
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Henry Edet @liledge
October 18, 20261 min read5 views

Uh, uh
Yeah, I'm still outchea, cold heart
Listening to the Tha Carter II
Whether it be the whole album or the single, you pick
8:40 on the clock face, wipe off that grin
Got a whole lotta of shit I'm tryna get off my chest, heavyweight champion, tryna hold it up
Called my momma a couple times already, dunno where she at or what she doin, she ain't pickin up
Take a paper and pen, write this shit to kill some time, got bullets in this chamber, better stay in line
I'm so tired, can't sleep a wink 'cause my demons sneak up on me
They tiptoeing, evasive as fuck, maybe my angels give up on me
Went shopping for trouble, I done bought the whole mall
Carts and shoppin bags, I never was good at doin it small
They say pride goes before a fall, like after you, princess
Ladies first, reason why I gave y'all so many chances
Lord, forgive me, for all 'em lies and all 'em nights
I spent wildin, now I'm really tryin to make it right
Know I'm-a fail, but I just wanna know I really tried
I'm so outchea, frozen heart like I'm an organ donor
Outchea, she let me in, I swore I wouldn't cheat on her
I'm so outchea, promise I'm-a treat you right, Scout's Honor
Baby, you buyin 'cause I really am sold on this
#rap
#freestyle
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